Sunday, September 20, 2026

Girl With The Cloud Heart

Girl With The Cloud Heart
© Surazeus
2026 09 20

Bright girl with the cloud heart knows my true name 
when her black eyes see essence of my soul, 
so I lie flat on spinning Earth of fate 
and feel cool kisses of refreshing rain 
wake my immortal soul of genes from dream, 
so I attend needs of her hungry mind. 

Fierce girl with the cloud heart writes writhing words 
of wisdom on soft parchment of my skin 
with sharp-tipped quill of angel-feathered faith 
that finds subconscious sorrows my mind hides 
in thirty Cupids with adoring eyes 
that flock around her head on cloudy wings. 

Sad girl with the cloud heart swirls ocean waves 
with vision-crafting hands of ardent faith 
to mold my body from mud of lost time, 
then breathes ethereal spirit of Shamash 
inside frail frame of my aggressive flesh 
so I provide assistance to her dream. 

Lithe girl with the cloud heart dances ballet 
on phonelines that connect ten billion homes 
in flashing web of individual minds 
bound in whole matrix of her dreaming brain 
because she is first mother of our world 
whose memories program how we perform. 

Brave girl with the cloud heart lies on soft bed, 
dressed in long velvet gown of stoic dread, 
and cradles wounded swan of urgent fear 
with gentle embrace of thought-healing truth 
while I chop wood in swirls of voiceless snow 
to treasure her existence with concern. 

Mute girl with the cloud heart in crumbling house, 
alert in polished chair by glowing window, 
watches turtles float in pool of green tears 
while record player vibrates with weird spell 
revealing lost road to the Promised Land, 
so I give her glass of moon wine to drink. 

Blind girl with the cloud heart grips hard seashell 
to hear song of the ocean in my heart, 
then types blood-lettered verses on blank pages 
which I arrange to pave long road of faith 
to secret garden where she hides my key 
which I forged from core of our spinning globe. 

Deaf girl with the cloud heart in black-lace dress 
explains with voice of wind how eyeless stars 
flash dreams of our romance in my brain cells 
till Moon Raven emerges from her breast 
and gives me jeweled ring of psychic power 
so I crown her as Empress of the Earth. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks as thin faceless shadow wraith on endless road toward house by the sea where the girl with the cloud heart writes his story in her dream book.

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